A collective sigh went around the place as Amanda arrived for work on Monday morning.

Amanda Sinclair was nineteen years old and she was gorgeous, one of those girls who stopped men in their tracks, made them lose their train of thought. She was blessed in every department. At five foot six, she was slim but curved in all the right places. Spectacular legs, great tits and an arse to die for. Perfect skin of course, smooth and lightly tanned. Cascading brown hair, rich and wavy, framing a face that possessed true beauty. Liquid brown eyes, generous mouth, lips that were full and pouting but not to the point of cliché. A face that was truly lovely and managed to mix innocence with sexiness in exactly the proportion that's pretty much guaranteed to drive men crazy

Second week of her new job and Amanda was settling in nicely. "Morning boys," she said, flashing a smile as she sashayed across the room to her desk. Several pairs of longing male eyes followed her every move.

She knew the guys were ogling but it wasn't a problem as far as she was concerned. Being the object of male desire was something Amanda was used to. Any case, she enjoyed the attention. Rather fun, in fact, to be a hot looking girl in an office full of men!

She was wearing a low cut top and a form fitting skirt, cut a couple of inches above the knee. Nothing you would call slutty, or inappropriate for the office, but the top was nevertheless quite revealing, especially as she was braless, and the skirt ... well, Amanda knew that John and Colin, who had desks with a good view of hers, were already picturing what was going to happen when she sat down and crossed her legs, how the skirt would slide teasingly up her thighs as she shifted around and got comfortable. The very same thing had happened on her commute this morning. So funny, every guy in the carriage craning to get a better view!

Amanda enjoyed it when men stared at her legs on the train. She liked the thought of them wistfully comparing her to their plain looking wives, imagined them fantasising about her, longing to be able to do more than just look, while she sat there tantalising them in her sexy little skirt.

"Fuck Amanda, you look hot this morning," leered Greg Malone, as she passed by his desk.

"Why, thank you Greg," she smiled, enjoying the way he was looking at her. Kind of like a dog staring at a juicy bone. Greg was about her age and he wasn't bad looking, in truth, and so she didn't mind flirting with him a little.

Looking around, she could see that her entrance already had Colin Chowdry fiddling surreptitiously with his trousers. Such a loser, thought Amanda. No wonder he was the butt of so many jokes around the office.

Colin Chowdry was considerably older than the other guys in their small company, a couple of years older, even, than the boss, Mr Lucas. He was also short, overweight and totally lacking in confidence. Colin was, in theory, the office supervisor, the number two to Lucas, but he had virtually no real authority and Amanda had noticed how Greg and the others either ignored or made fun of him.

Amanda sat down and made as if to cross her legs but then, teasingly, she didn't. Knowing exactly what she was doing, she decided to sit quite demurely for a while. Fun to toy with guys like this. Play with their minds.

All the guys were in before her, Colin and Greg, John Mason, Pete Cole, Barry Anderson, but Lucas's office over in the corner was empty.

"Where's the boss?" she enquired.

"Day off," said Barry.

"Yeah just us today, babe," grinned Greg.

"Guess Colin is in charge, then," she said, smiling.

"Mmmm guess so. Gonna be working double hard with Chowders in charge, aren't we chaps?" Greg's voice dripped with sarcasm.

Outbreak of sniggering from the others. "Oh absolutely," agreed John Mason and Amanda giggled.

Colin didn't say anything, just looked down and tapped away at his computer.

For an hour or so, things were fairly normal. Amanda continued sitting demurely at her desk, deliciously aware of being ogled by five guys.

In the office, like everywhere else, different guys looked at her in different ways. Some of the bolder types, like Greg, ogled quite blatantly. With others, the ones that were more polite, or else were the shy, timid sort, it was more furtive. Admiring, lustful glances when they thought she wasn't looking.

Like Colin Chowdry now, for example. God, what a jerk the guy was.

Amanda, recognising the perfect victim, made a point of looking straight at Colin as she swivelled her seat towards him and then slowly, sexily, crossed her legs. She smirked to make it clear that she knew he'd been ogling and he looked away, blushing furiously.

It was back in school, three or four years ago, that Amanda started to notice the effect she had on the male of the species. At first she found it slightly awkward but, before long, she relaxed and began to relish being the sexiest girl around. She loved how the boys looked at her. The male teachers too. The yearning etched across their faces when she was in their presence. So obvious how they all desired her.

She became a tease, took to wearing outfits that flaunted her luscious body. Tight, low slung jeans with skimpy, cropped tee-shirts. Short skirts that showed off her legs. Silky blouses with enough buttons undone to reveal tantalising glimpses of her breasts. She drove the boys insane and loved every minute of it.

And the way boys behaved around her, she liked that too. Hanging around like lapdogs, fawning over her, competing in ever more desperate ways for her attention. Amanda found it a little pathetic but she also found it exciting. Such fun to mess with their heads, egg them on a little, coolly observe as they made complete fools of themselves.

Amanda did some traditional dating stuff with a few of the cuter looking boys, just to try it out, and because she enjoyed making the other girls, especially the ugly ones, jealous but she soon realised that what really turned her on was the POWER of being a gorgeous looking girl. Realising she could get away with just about anything, Amanda became cruel and capricious. Her heart stopping beauty meant that she could, if she so wished, bring great pleasure to others but it also granted her the power to tease and torment and it was this, she found, that really interested her.

During her final year in school, she developed strongly in that direction. She led boys on shamelessly, got a kick out of torturing them. When she dated now, it was purely because, sometimes, going out with a boy made teasing him even more fun. Amanda would spend the date manipulating the hapless boy, alternately inflaming and denying his passion. Get him all worked up then leave him, at the end of the night, horny and frustrated. One of her favourite things was to drive some poor boy so wild with lust that he would literally end up begging to make out with her. He'd plead like some tearful puppy dog and Amanda would just giggle, let him grovel for a while, and then send him home.

One thing she particularly liked doing, back then, was picking on the more nerdy guys. They were so helpless, some of them, and it was fun to humiliate them. Chubby little loser guys like Colin Chowdry who, to Amanda's amusement, was again casting sneaky, longing looks in her direction. It was obvious he was trying very hard not to stare at her legs but couldn't help himself.

With the boss being away, Amanda decided today was an excellent opportunity to have a little fun with Colin Chowdry, to really tease the poor guy.

"You okay there, Col?"

"Um, yes Amanda," he mumbled, blushing and uncomfortable.

"Not ogling my legs, are you?" grinning wickedly.

Colin looked down, too embarrassed to answer, as jeers rang out from Greg and the others.

Amanda smiled and considered her next move. She was in control of this situation and was experiencing a thrill of power. She knew that it was mean of her, making fun of Colin like this, especially in front of the whole office, but there was something quite pathetic about him, something helpless, which made Amanda want to see just how far she could go.

"Colin, come here," she ordered, waggling a finger at him, "C'mon, Chubs, I wanna talk to you." Sniggering from the others at hearing Amanda use one of the many unflattering nicknames they had for Colin.

Colin clearly didn't want to leave his seat but felt he had no choice. He got up and shuffled over to Amanda.

Once he got there, Amanda ignored him for a while, kept him standing at her desk while she dealt with a couple of emails. With where he was standing, she knew he'd be getting a good view down her top and that he'd be struggling not to stare at her tits. After about five minutes she looked up and, sure enough, poor Colin was caught in the act.

"What are you staring at, Colin?" she demanded, looking at him and trying not to laugh.

"Um, nnnothing Amanda."

Amanda was pleased to see that, despite his obvious discomfort, and despite the sniggering from the other guys, Colin had a bulge in his pants. It was known that Colin Chowdry had no success whatsoever with women. He was nearly forty but still lived with his parents, probably hadn't had a shag in years, if ever, and such a close up view of the gorgeous Amanda Sinclair, sitting there in her tight skirt and skimpy top, legs and cleavage teasingly on display, was having a major league effect on the poor guy.